Spring comes into Quebec from the west. It is the warm Japan Current that brings the change of season to the east coast of Canada, and then the West Wind picks it up. It comes across the prairies in the breath of the Chinook, waking up the grain and caves of bears. It flows over Ontario like a dream of legislation, and it sneaks into Quebec, into our villages, between our birch trees. In Montreal the cafes, like a bed of tulip bulbs, sprout from their cellars in a display of awnings and chairs. In Montreal spring is like an autopsy. Everyone wants to see the inside of the frozen mammoth. Girls rip off their sleeves and the flesh is sweet and white, like wood under green bark. From the streets a sexual manifesto rises like an inflating tire, “The winter has not killed us again!”
—  leonard cohen, beautiful losers

Bitch I’m in tears

Originally posted by aminotfemme

Empty your memory and listen to the fire around you. Don’t forget your memory, let it exist somewhere precious in all the colours that it needs but somewhere else, hoist your memory on the Ship of State like a pirate’s sail, and aim yourself at the tinkly present. Do you know how to do this?
—  from Leonard Cohen’s Beautiful Losers, 1966
What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think it has something to do with the energy of love. Contact with this energy results in the exercise of a kind of balance in the chaos of existence. A saint does not dissolve the chaos; if he did the world would have changed long ago. I do not think that a saint dissolves the chaos even for himself, for there is something arrogant and warlike in the notion of a man setting the universe in order. It is a kind of balance that is his glory. He rides the drifts like an escaped ski. His course is a caress of the hill. His track is a drawing of the snow in a moment of its particular arrangement with wind and rock. Something in him so loves the world that he gives himself to the laws of gravity and chance. Far from flying with the angels, he traces with the fidelity of a seismograph needle the state of the solid bloody landscape.
—  Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
all night long

Summary: Make out sessions are Steve’s favorite thing in the whole wide world, and sometimes he can get just a little carried away…

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: I actually died writing this, so this is my ghost typing. Enjoy xx | masterlist

Originally posted by franciscastle

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Nothing Else Matters

I am freaking floored that they opened season 13 with a love song. They have never done that before. These are the “Road So Far” songs for the previous seasons:

2x01 - “Stranglehold” by Ted Nugent
3x01 - “Hell’s Bells” by AC/DC
4x01 - “You Shook Me All Night Long” by AC/DC
5x01 - “Thunderstruck” by AC/DC
6x01 - “Beautiful Loser” by Bob Seger
7x01 - “Slow Ride” by Foghat
8x01 - “Locomotive Breath” by Jethro Tull
9x01 - “Who Do You Love?” by George Thorogood and the Destroyers
10x01 - “Heartbreaker” by Pat Benatar
11x01 - “Run Through the Jungle” by Creedence Clearwater Revival
12x01 - “Bad Boys” by April Wine

The majority of these songs are badass bangers – AC/DC, Nugent, Tull, CCR… Cool damn songs to pump up cool damn montages for a show about angst and energy. A couple of them are about sex, and a couple of them are about love, sometimes love gone bad, but none of them are love songs.

And make no mistake, “Nothing Else Matters” is a love song. James Hetfield wrote it for his girlfriend, and believe me it was a big damn deal when it came out in ‘92 because Metallica had never put out anything even remotely romantic before. The hubs (then boyf) and I were huge fans of the band at the time and we toyed with making that Our Song but it didn’t stick. The lyrics, though:

So close no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don’t just say
And nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they say
Never cared for games they play
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
And I know

That is romantic love. Tie yourself in knots to tell me those lyrics are about family, I dare ya.

(BTW: I’m pretty sure this is the first time Metallica has actually appeared on the soundtrack. Dean hums “Some Kind of Monster” in 1x04 but that doesn’t really count.)